Schmoop Bingo - Blackout
Title: Sweet Disposition
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Adventures
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: It's not the destination, it's the ride that counts. |SOUNDTRACK| |INSPIRATION|
Word Count: 1330
At the end of season two, they rent a convertible and make sure their passports are in order.
They cross the border into Washington, intent on avoiding California at all costs; It doesn't feel like home anymore.
Jensen drives and Jared snaps pictures; Shots of the road as it flies by, shots through or over the windshield, shots of Jensen drinking his coffee. Jared's favorites are the ones that manage to fit both his and Jensen's faces in the frame, Jared leaning into the picture and making a goofy face or kissing his boyfriend's cheek tenderly.
They stop in Granger a town known only for its cement dinosaurs. Jared makes Jensen climb the Brontosaurus and strike a pose which, given that he's on vacation and enjoying the kind of roadtrip he always dreamed of, Jensen does with pleasure. Jared throws his head back, barking a laugh at the goofy snapshot of his boyfriend looking, for all intents and purposes, like he's competing in a rodeo with the dinosaur as his bucking bull.
In retaliation, Jensen makes Jared get on the shoulders of the Pterodactyl and mimic the position of the dinosaur; It takes Jared a good five minutes before he can stop laughing long enough to let Jensen get the shot.
After their escapades with the prehistoric, they grab lunch at a little place that is so well-frequented by the locals that each customer keeps their own mug on the wall and are served coffee only in their own personalized drink ware. They hold hands under the table and share dessert because contrary to popular belief, Jensen does not eat like Dean and can't finish a whole sundae if his life depends on it.
There's a little museum at the very edge of town that promotes all the historical artifacts of the area, tracing them down through generations as though each piece is the holy grail or something. They just peruse the gift shop, snapping pictures of the other wearing all manner of crazy and strange hats, their hunger gone thanks to food so good they can swear it came straight from their own mothers' cookbooks.
Jared takes over driving duties after the 'little shop of horror's as they've dubbed it and Jensen reclines in the passenger seat, watching the clouds zoom over head, broken up by trees so tall they dwarf his boyfriend, a feat in itself. They hold hands loosely, only separating when Jared has to take a tight curve or stop at a toll.
As the afternoon rolls on, they get into the lusher part of the state and the road starts gliding up through the mountainous region that overlaps more than one state line. Both of them try not to laugh when the teenage boy serving them at the Dunkin' Donuts gives them a weird look; Apparently, watermelon and strawberry Coolatas aren't exactly a man's drink. They slip their arms around each other as they walk out, knowing that no one will remember them in five minutes when they drive out of town.
They stop for the night in a place on the border, a little motel that has both of them laughing due to its resemblance to a place Sam and Dean would spend the night in. After going through the usual routine, they flop into bed, leaving the curtains to the second-story room open for the moon. Jensen's arm is under Jared's head and he look at him with so much devotion that it makes Jared's eyes a little blurry.
“Hey you.” He whispers, smiling ear to ear as he tucks what he can of Jared's hair behind his ear, smoothing the rest of it back off his forehead with affection.
“Hey you back.” Jared answers in kind, the back of his left hand skidding up and down Jensen's bare chest, his own face holding just as much love for his boyfriend.
Jensen leans in an they kiss like they're running out of air, bodies tangling, bathed in moonlight. They spend a better part of the night making out, touching, gasping through the heady sensations. Come morning, Jared's damp and laughing at his own reflection in the mirror; He's got a hickey for the first time since god knows when and it couldn't make him happier if he wanted it to.
He cracks up even more when Jensen follows him out of the shower with a matching love bite on his own neck, Jared opening his arms and letting Jensen get him a little wetter than he was a second ago as they hug tightly, not needing to say a word in order to express just how happy they are.
They cross into Oregon after only a few hours and Jared props his bare feet up on the dash, camera forever snapping as signs, statues, old barns, and little towns whizz past the lens. The radio plays old country tunes interspersed with bible thumping theology which makes them both frown and put on the mix CD that they co-created a week before the trip.
Jensen sets the cruise control as they get to a long straightaway, relaxing a little in his seat as he watches the occasional car drive by; They've taken the back roads for a reason and the open land and sky surrounding them is the only proof they need that they made the right choice.
Jared looks curiously around as they stop in the middle of a dirt road surrounded by nothing but green pastures. He's about to question what the heck they're doing when Jensen hops the gear shift and settles into his lap, kissing him so deeply that Jared thinks he just might black out. There's not a soul for miles and there, under the bright morning sun, they make love with no barrier between them, bodies moving as one until Jared marks his place in Jensen's body and they collapse in on each other like a star burning out.
Their eyes meet in secret looks as they wait for the waiter to take their order at the old time-y joint, both still thrumming from their detour to a little watering hole so remote that no one could hear them crying out to the heavens in ecstasy. They order identical plates of chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes and mac n' cheese, laughing softly over how young they suddenly feel.
“Your mom ever make this?” Jared asks after a bite, his body language calmer now that he's eating and not so restless for food.
“Every Sunday. Without fail.” Jensen nods, remembering the dinners where bread rolls were footballs, green beans were goal posts, and dad was the head cheerleader.
Jared gives his hand a squeeze and a wink and Jensen kicks his foot gently under the table, both of them spending the rest of lunch with fingers entwined. It's a feat, but both manage to finish their plates without too much trouble or mess.
Jensen plays the little peg game while Jared tries to decide between the Atomic Fireballs and the Black Licorice Bites.
“You kiss me after eating the licorice and I will light up a smoke in the car.” Jensen warns without even looking, a gentle smile on his face telling Jared unequivocally that he really doesn't mind that much; Jared doesn't taste like Jared if there's no candy involved.
Jared grins like a kid given a free pass to an amusement park and gets the Fireballs because he knows that Jensen will have at least one or two if prodded enough. Besides, his boyfriend tasting like cinnamon is never a bad thing.
They're headed to Nevada, but by the time the sun is setting on day two, they've come to realize that the real magic is in getting there. Jared tips his head back against the headrest, eyes closed against the soft palette of the sky's purples and pinks and sighs happily.
“You sure we actually need to get there?”
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Adventures
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: It's not the destination, it's the ride that counts. |SOUNDTRACK| |INSPIRATION|
Word Count: 1330
At the end of season two, they rent a convertible and make sure their passports are in order.
They cross the border into Washington, intent on avoiding California at all costs; It doesn't feel like home anymore.
Jensen drives and Jared snaps pictures; Shots of the road as it flies by, shots through or over the windshield, shots of Jensen drinking his coffee. Jared's favorites are the ones that manage to fit both his and Jensen's faces in the frame, Jared leaning into the picture and making a goofy face or kissing his boyfriend's cheek tenderly.
They stop in Granger a town known only for its cement dinosaurs. Jared makes Jensen climb the Brontosaurus and strike a pose which, given that he's on vacation and enjoying the kind of roadtrip he always dreamed of, Jensen does with pleasure. Jared throws his head back, barking a laugh at the goofy snapshot of his boyfriend looking, for all intents and purposes, like he's competing in a rodeo with the dinosaur as his bucking bull.
In retaliation, Jensen makes Jared get on the shoulders of the Pterodactyl and mimic the position of the dinosaur; It takes Jared a good five minutes before he can stop laughing long enough to let Jensen get the shot.
After their escapades with the prehistoric, they grab lunch at a little place that is so well-frequented by the locals that each customer keeps their own mug on the wall and are served coffee only in their own personalized drink ware. They hold hands under the table and share dessert because contrary to popular belief, Jensen does not eat like Dean and can't finish a whole sundae if his life depends on it.
There's a little museum at the very edge of town that promotes all the historical artifacts of the area, tracing them down through generations as though each piece is the holy grail or something. They just peruse the gift shop, snapping pictures of the other wearing all manner of crazy and strange hats, their hunger gone thanks to food so good they can swear it came straight from their own mothers' cookbooks.
Jared takes over driving duties after the 'little shop of horror's as they've dubbed it and Jensen reclines in the passenger seat, watching the clouds zoom over head, broken up by trees so tall they dwarf his boyfriend, a feat in itself. They hold hands loosely, only separating when Jared has to take a tight curve or stop at a toll.
As the afternoon rolls on, they get into the lusher part of the state and the road starts gliding up through the mountainous region that overlaps more than one state line. Both of them try not to laugh when the teenage boy serving them at the Dunkin' Donuts gives them a weird look; Apparently, watermelon and strawberry Coolatas aren't exactly a man's drink. They slip their arms around each other as they walk out, knowing that no one will remember them in five minutes when they drive out of town.
They stop for the night in a place on the border, a little motel that has both of them laughing due to its resemblance to a place Sam and Dean would spend the night in. After going through the usual routine, they flop into bed, leaving the curtains to the second-story room open for the moon. Jensen's arm is under Jared's head and he look at him with so much devotion that it makes Jared's eyes a little blurry.
“Hey you.” He whispers, smiling ear to ear as he tucks what he can of Jared's hair behind his ear, smoothing the rest of it back off his forehead with affection.
“Hey you back.” Jared answers in kind, the back of his left hand skidding up and down Jensen's bare chest, his own face holding just as much love for his boyfriend.
Jensen leans in an they kiss like they're running out of air, bodies tangling, bathed in moonlight. They spend a better part of the night making out, touching, gasping through the heady sensations. Come morning, Jared's damp and laughing at his own reflection in the mirror; He's got a hickey for the first time since god knows when and it couldn't make him happier if he wanted it to.
He cracks up even more when Jensen follows him out of the shower with a matching love bite on his own neck, Jared opening his arms and letting Jensen get him a little wetter than he was a second ago as they hug tightly, not needing to say a word in order to express just how happy they are.
They cross into Oregon after only a few hours and Jared props his bare feet up on the dash, camera forever snapping as signs, statues, old barns, and little towns whizz past the lens. The radio plays old country tunes interspersed with bible thumping theology which makes them both frown and put on the mix CD that they co-created a week before the trip.
Jensen sets the cruise control as they get to a long straightaway, relaxing a little in his seat as he watches the occasional car drive by; They've taken the back roads for a reason and the open land and sky surrounding them is the only proof they need that they made the right choice.
Jared looks curiously around as they stop in the middle of a dirt road surrounded by nothing but green pastures. He's about to question what the heck they're doing when Jensen hops the gear shift and settles into his lap, kissing him so deeply that Jared thinks he just might black out. There's not a soul for miles and there, under the bright morning sun, they make love with no barrier between them, bodies moving as one until Jared marks his place in Jensen's body and they collapse in on each other like a star burning out.
Their eyes meet in secret looks as they wait for the waiter to take their order at the old time-y joint, both still thrumming from their detour to a little watering hole so remote that no one could hear them crying out to the heavens in ecstasy. They order identical plates of chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes and mac n' cheese, laughing softly over how young they suddenly feel.
“Your mom ever make this?” Jared asks after a bite, his body language calmer now that he's eating and not so restless for food.
“Every Sunday. Without fail.” Jensen nods, remembering the dinners where bread rolls were footballs, green beans were goal posts, and dad was the head cheerleader.
Jared gives his hand a squeeze and a wink and Jensen kicks his foot gently under the table, both of them spending the rest of lunch with fingers entwined. It's a feat, but both manage to finish their plates without too much trouble or mess.
Jensen plays the little peg game while Jared tries to decide between the Atomic Fireballs and the Black Licorice Bites.
“You kiss me after eating the licorice and I will light up a smoke in the car.” Jensen warns without even looking, a gentle smile on his face telling Jared unequivocally that he really doesn't mind that much; Jared doesn't taste like Jared if there's no candy involved.
Jared grins like a kid given a free pass to an amusement park and gets the Fireballs because he knows that Jensen will have at least one or two if prodded enough. Besides, his boyfriend tasting like cinnamon is never a bad thing.
They're headed to Nevada, but by the time the sun is setting on day two, they've come to realize that the real magic is in getting there. Jared tips his head back against the headrest, eyes closed against the soft palette of the sky's purples and pinks and sighs happily.
“You sure we actually need to get there?”